Kang Bomi had no expectations to work with 777 this early in her hero career. In actuality, she was just starting out and had only completed a few short missions with other heroes of a much smaller caliber. Yet here she was, going on an international mission with South Korea's first hero himself.

She had no idea what they were doing in Wakayama, Japan, but she was excited nonetheless. "So, where are we going?" She asked, keeping pace with 777's own strides down the street.

"We're going to visit a friend of mine, who may be able to help."

777 has friends? And how can they help? And with what? Bomi's mind was racing after the vague answer she'd been given.

When they neared the Wakayama Castle, Bomi's jaw dropped. For someone who was using the hero lifestyle to pay off her debts and make a suitable living, the sight of such a grand home was almost too much to take in.

777 led the way inside of the castle without bothering knocking or requesting entry in any way, but he hesitated once they stepped inside. "Look, when we speak to her, we need to convince her that we're actually here with her."

At that, Bomi's brows furrowed in confusion. "Wait, what? Why would we have to do that?"

"The Ghost has a strange power... It's made her confused, and she can't sort real life from imaginary." As if that were enough explanation for Bomi to understand, 777 began walking once more until they reached a large dining room.

The table was set for three people, yet only one was seated at the head of the long table. "You're late," the veiled woman said. "Every other version of you were here hours earlier."

777 gave the woman a smile as he took a seat next to her, gesturing for Bomi to sit at the only place setting left on the woman's other side. Once she did, he cleared his throat. "I forgot how smart you are, Boo. You've been missed."

A scoff left as soon as 777 finished his sentence. "I don't like you, Seven. And you know this. What do you want?"

Bomi's eyes widened at the brazen tone this strange woman took with the hero, and she reached forward to take a sip of the water that was apparently poured specifically for her. She would have asked the woman her dozens of questions, but she too wanted to know why she and 777 were in this woman's presence.

His smile faded and he took a breath. "We need your help. Can you hide a few people here?"

Another scoff left Boo as she rolled her eyes. "No."

"Listen—"

"I won't. I already know what's taken place with The Ringmaster, and I want no parts of it. If you wanted my help, you shouldn't have suggested to make me a minimal." Her tone was even, composed. However, her eyes pierced the man through her veil.

Bomi glanced at 777, and he offered her a small smile in an attempt to conceal his building irritance towards Boo. "Well, we certainly aren't here to ask for your powers. We just need your space. Besides, you have so many people in your head anyway, these people won't bother you any."

That was enough for Boo to stand from her seat. "Please leave, Seven. I don't like you, and I don't want to help you. My home isn't a prison, and you can't make me do anything."

777 stood slowly, and he nodded for Bomi to do the same. They made their way to the front door, and he mumbled under his breath, "I knew we should have sent Yoo instead."